D                                         G
Way up in the north in old Tyrone,  there's a pretty little girl I call my own
          D                            A          D
She's the sweetest rose Ireland's ever grown, and sure as the moon and stars above
    G                                      D
I'm falling head over heels in love with a pretty little girl from Omagh
       A           D
In the county of Tyrone.

        
[Verse 2]
        D                                          G
There's cute little girls in old Strabane, they're just as pretty in Monaghan
D                           A            D
this to every roving eye is known, but I guess that I'd be out of bounds
     G                                           D
'Cos there between the northern towns, there's a pretty little girl from Omagh
       A           D
In the county of Tyrone.


[Chorus 1]
    A
She wears my ring and tells her friends, she going to marry me
    D                                                  G            A
But best of all she tells them all, She's happy as can be, oh lucky me.


[Chorus 2]
       D                                         G
Well I don't know what she's done to me, There's nothing else my eyes can see
        D                                    A           D
But the pretty little girl from Omagh In the County Of Tyrone


[Interlude] 
D D A D


[Verse 3]
      D                                     G
T’was down in the south in old Tramore, I recall that yellow dress she wore
D                                 A        D
She ran along the shore there all alone, I guess it was your lucky day
     G                                D
when she went there on a holiday, the pretty little girl from Omagh
       A           D
In the county of Tyrone.

       D                                     A           D
Ah the pretty little girl from Omagh, In the County Of Tyrone